There is a longing in all of us to be found. We want to be seen and heard. Even when we're hiding we hope someone will come and scoop us up into loving arms make everything good again. Our hearts were designed for love, for intimacy, and for belonging.
You might argue that I don't know you. I don't know where you've been. Maybe you would counter with the truth that I don't know what you've done in the past or how you are living today. I pretty much know the arguments by heart because most of them were my own arguments to refute the idea God could love me.